What is the first time is always something that is not easy to fade. Returning from Moc Chau that year, my soul had a beautiful umbrella dedicated to the Northwest. There were white blooming seasons, mountain ranges and winding roads. Then, when I left, I secretly promised to see Moc Chau again in the future when the flowers bloomed. So every year during the white plum season, I visit Moc Chau.
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Moc Chau in winter creeps and walks not too brilliantly, nor is it as magnificent as the roads in Ha Giang, Lao Cai, and Lai Chau. Moc Chau to me is very passionate and pure. The land was like a girl who had just woken up after hibernation, a little apprehensive, but full of life. The delicate color scheme of nature with different colors makes the land both wild and feminine and romantic. The green of the lawns, the tea fields, the white of the canola plum blossoms, the yellow of the wild anemones, the red of the persimmons dangling from the trees are the colors that appear in me when I think of Moc Chau.
Moc Chau is pure white. Whether accidentally or intentionally, nature dotted the land of Moc Chau with many flowers with such white color, which are canola flowers, plum flowers, and apricot flowers.
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Since December, white cabbage has covered both sides of the road and hillsides in Lang Luong village, Ba Phach. From a distance, the hills of canola flowers are like a huge white carpet. Looking at the hills covered with flowers, on which the village roads are like threads squeezed across to see things that can sometimes be difficult to describe in words. Or the photos taken cannot tell all about what is in front of them.
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When the color of the cabbage fades, it is also the time when dreams and plums begin to shine all over the mountains and forests. The most plum blossoms are in Mu Nau, Phieng Canh village (Tan Lap commune), Pa Khen sub-area, Na Ka plum valley (Moc Chau Farm town)... Seen from above, the plum valleys are as white as snow. Closer, the petals of white plum blossoms are fragile, each cluster is squeezed by the simple wooden houses.
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The white color of Moc Chau is also the color of the mist floating on the roads, flickering on the tile roofs in the village. It was just sunny, and soon it was covered with dew that soaked all my clothes and hair. This country meets 4 seasons in one day, which cannot help but surprise us.
In the fog, I heard the sound of children playing. Simple and peaceful life in the mountain village.
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Moc Chau is the lush green of lawns and tea fields. The grass is green and vast and stretches out. Moc Chau is the land of dairy farming. Therefore, surrounding the farms, along the roads are green grasses. The grass grows and grows. The grass leans in the wind. During the minutes of stopping on the side of the road, I felt strangely peaceful.
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On the days when I woke up very early, standing in front of the lawn, the air was filled with the smell of moist soil and dew. The dew settles on the grass and the canola flowers are like pearls. The mist was like a dim curtain, gradually lifted by the sun, to see the distant mountains more clearly. That atmosphere, that scenery is indeed a luxury in the city.
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Moc Chau in me is also the golden color of wild anemones. The late autumn and early winter days are the time when yellow colors dot the roads. The vibrant wildflowers dispelled the gloom of the foggy days.
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Moc Chau is also the red of the persimmons dangling from the trees, the brown of the earth, the clear blue of the sky.
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Every time I go to Moc Chau, I improvise alone. The wanderings help me get closer to life, to the clouds, the sky, the sun and the wind. After such times, I understood that my soul belonged to the paths. Of course, I'm not advocating going somewhere to discover myself or going alone to be quiet. Each person will have a different choice, a different way to understand themselves. And no matter where I am, walking or standing still, the shift in the way I see and feel life is a "journey" that helps me find myself. Going is not necessarily to get to a new place, but to have a new way of looking.
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Moc Chau is a town in Son La province, about 200km from Hanoi. From Hanoi to Moc Chau, you will pass by places such as Thung Khe Pass, Mai Chau, Ba Khan,... Moc Chau has a cool climate all year round, each season has its own beauty, so you can come to Moc Chau at any time.
Story: Le Phuong